“Lost” 

Time ticks at an unfamilar pace

slowly then quickly,fast forward,rewind

irregular,intermittant,confusing,

painstakingly unwinds.

My mind races, 

grasping at slippery thoughts,

while photos captions, hopes and ideas

all become but a matted smear.

the purpose of life,

the reason for breathe

flickering visions 

of aspirations not met.

forward movements, microscopic, 

often unseen

is what I have left 

of this wild crazy dream.

round and round, up then down

smiling, laughing, uncommonly me

this carousel, engulfs me, 

never to be free

light fades, darkness consumes,

taking all that I fear

Slowly,mockingly the bubbles disappear.

~Bridgett